DAY 2 :: Live Recording Week

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Things kicked off with a morning jam at 10am of, well, something. What, we don’t know. But that’s just how we roll. It serves to pump the coffee through the blood stream and inspire the mind. Additions to the team were Jenny and Becca, as well as 5 kids and 2 babysitters. And a partridge in a pear tree. After a few adjustments on the mix, including the girls’ mics, we were ready to rock.

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While DAY 1 hit the hardest songs–only four to show for it–DAY 2 went into some of the material the band was already familiar with, including songs like “Words Cannot Describe,” “Let It Fall Away,” and “My Heart Is Yours.” I’m simply amazed at how fluidly this team works together. Everyone feeds off each other, strengths shining. From composition to chord structure to lyrical content to overall dynamics, it seems someone always has an idea to make the song shine. If something is good, it can always be made better.

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Having the kids around also made for an adventurous day. There’s nothing like being immersed in an intense worship song when all of a sudden you feel a little pat on the leg or a scream from the lobby. (Yes, you could hear them over the PA). Even Baby Judah decided to get in on the session. Something about hearing your own voice amplified 50 times is pretty exciting. (Guess we know where he gets it from).

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Jennifer made a fantastic lunch of grilled-panini cheese sandwiches and tomato soup, and even Pastor Kirk Gilchrist came and joined us! His wife, Carolyn, provided dinner once we got home around 8:30pm. When all was said and done, we covered 7 new songs in 10 hours, plus the 4 from DAY 1, making a grand total of 11 tunes. A few more songs to go, a surprise Wednesday night, and this album is well on its way to awesomeness. ch:

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DAY 1 :: Live Recording Week

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Heavy snow kept a few of the band members from arriving as planned. But the good news is, they’re all here! Jason lives in Clayton, so he gets off easy. Teaspoon surprised everyone by showing up right after church on Sunday, while Denis & Becca pulled in just in time for dinner. Ron & Val left a message on my voice mail at midnight, saying they got in just fine. But Nate gets the gold medal, as he departed from Rochester at 6am Monday (due to not being able to get out of the city Sunday night), and didn’t get into Watertown until after 11am. The poor guy spent 3 hours going a max speed of 30mph on Rt. 81 N, a section that normally is drivable in an hour.

Yesterday morning and early afternoon was spent striking the entire stage at New Life, bringing in a new front-of-house and monitor set-up, then resetting the stage with our vast array of gear. After a quick sound check at 1pm, we busted our popsicle stand and went somewhere “with no grease.” What’s up with that? Jeck Subs. Which, consequently, I managed to find a lot of grease at. The food was good, the company better.

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With spirits high, and everyone eager, we decided to go late and worked our way through 2 brand new songs, “Set Me Free,” and, “The God Who Saves,” and revisited 2 others I wrote in 2005, “Take Me Deeper,” and “Only.” While the ladies stayed home, the guys had an adrenaline-filled five-hour jam session, laying down thick electric guitar parts and pads to absolutely killer rhythm sections. I can’t even begin to describe how excited we all were to literally feel the energy and anointing coming off the stage. It was like we were all 10 years old again, just discovering what a perfect chord progression feels like coming from your brand new 10 watt guitar amp (that your little sister breaks the next day by having a tea party on).

With more snow finishing the day out just like it started, we finally made it home a little after 9pm to find an incredible Mexican dinner prepared by Julie Brennan. Conversations went long and we enjoyed one another’s company until yours truly had to amble upstairs to work on edits for Venom and Song.

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With what we put together yesterday, and the set list yet to come, I can honestly say, this was the album I was born to record with some of my dearest friends. ch:

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Not Again. Tousled Hair?

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Over Christmas week, Jennifer and I stayed with a longtime friend of the family outside of Rochester as there was no room for us in the inn. The bed was incredibly comfy, the atmosphere warm and inviting, and the newly renovated bathroom very stylish. Gotta’ love a hot shower. As I didn’t have my own shampoo, I reached for theirs.

You’ve got to be kidding me. Tousled?

So I tried it. And here’s me sporting the tousled look:

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This is someone’s cruel idea of a joke, I can just tell. I’m half ready to start my own line of products now. For bald dudes who still want to use shampoo. We’re people, too. ch:

PS :: Upon completing this post, my wife informed me that it was her shampoo. I feel violated.

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Merry Christmas from the Hopper Tribe

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Amazing how we’re still reaping the benefits of Jesus’ birthday 2,000 years later. From our clan to yours, Merry Christmas. ch:

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Article on Catalyst

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I’m totally honored to have been featured as a guest columnist on CatalystSpace.com three days ago. Catalyst is one of the forefront leaders in church development among the next generation, and stands as an incredible resource for rising leaders and thinkers. If you wouldn’t mind, even if you’ve already read this piece before, please go on over and leave a comment on my post there (I’ll write back!). ch:

Christmas Cow

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Everyone needs a Christmas Cow, so I thought I’d let you share mine. With love from Evangeline Mae. ch:

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The Best 6 Years of My Life

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I longed for a fellow adventurer. Someone that treasured life as I did. Someone that found sunsets in Paris breathtaking, the ocean on an island shore captivating, the stillness of the Alps in winter stirring, the ruins of ancient castles inviting. And the Lord knew my desires before I was even formed in my mother’s womb. He knew it wouldn’t be good for me to be alone. And so he brought me Jennifer Lee. My other whole. My rib. And I praise him for being so thoughtful, so gracious. I have been given what I do not deserve. I love you, Jenny. Thank you for the best years of my life. Eyes ever on the horizon. ch:

Why I Don’t Have Google Ads

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As a disclaimer, I really feel for Tiger Woods. Many people might think I’m weird for saying so, especially Christians. My answer to them, however, is what do you expect sinners to do? They sin. They don’t have the presence of the Holy Spirit like you do. So lighten up. Secondly, despite the fact that he is a brilliant golfer, a billionaire, and has everything going for him, he also is a man who still puts his pants on one leg at a time. This means he has emotions, a heart, and deals with actions and consequences like everyone else. Granted, he’s made some poor choices over the past few years, which he’s getting a lot of attention for. And you haven’t? Be careful with your stone throwing there, Pharisee. God doesn’t qualify sin into “dirty categories.” It’s all black and punishable by death. I feel for him because he has to be one hurting unit, as is his family; his sponsors are nervous, his fans are unsure, and he’ll be tied up in litigation for the rest of his life. “Well, he deserves it.” And what do you deserve?

This post, however, is not about Tiger Woods per se, but I did feel inclined to make a statement with regard to the recent media coverage of his unfortunate choices. Rather, on a lighter note, I’m here to tell you why I don’t have Google Ads on my site. First off, they never did generate that much money (for me, personally; I know they have for others. Contractually, I’m not allowed to discuss it any further). But more importantly, and like I’m about to show you, they made more than their share of errors, and sometimes quite funny: One day I found I was advertising three different political figures running for office, only all three were from different parties, all indicating they were “Christian” in my content selection. (What can I say? I’m extremely bipartisan, apparently).

This morning I was browsing Twitter, and clicked on this article, saddened by how far this is going for Tiger:

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Then, in the body of the article, it mentioned the rumor of a 6-year-old love-child between them:

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But right below the final line of, “The six-year-old girl, born between late 2003 and early 2004, appears to be Caucasian. However she was allegedly never given a paternal DNA test,” was followed directly by this advertisement for exploited children:

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Umm. I think they found the love-child. And she’s definitely not Caucasian. Thanks to Google Ads for solving this case; DNA test pending. ch:

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Great Piece: The First Mega Church

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Nope. I didn’t write it. But I wish I had. Because I say it all the time. And when you find someone else saying it, too, you start jumping up and down. So I’m very happy to make this post a simple link to Stephen Altrogge’s piece on the interweb.

How Do You Handle Being Sick?

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Don’t see me?

That’s because I’m under the yak. Yes. He’s sitting on me. And boy does it stink. (All puns intended).

For those who follow this blog on a somewhat regular basis, you know that when a yak sits on me, that’s code for, “I feel like a Mack Truck hit me.” Which is also code for, I’m sick.

And it seems I’ve been getting hit quite frequently over the last few months. Enough that people are replying to my Twitter and FaceBook status updates with, “what? again?”

While I at least know that my insane life-pace tends to shrug off rest (OK, “tends to” is an understatement. I get it), I am at least curious to know how you deal with being sick. Are you one of those who, as soon as you feel something coming on, hunker down, take the vitamins, and rest up? Or do you push yourself, shirking the stuff you know to do simply because you’re far too driven? Or are you somewhere in between? And what seems to work for you?

I know that I was down for the count on Sunday, but stayed faithful to 3 of my 4 scheduled meetings. Monday was my day off, so naturally I hunkered down. Then Tuesday, I was feeling a little stronger and went to work, then worship practice. Turns out that was a bad move, as today I got sat on by the yak again. Hard core. Slept until 12noon (ummm, can’t even remember the last time that happened), took a nap from 2pm-5pm, and planning on going to bed early.

So what’s your story? And feel free to lend me your secret family remedies (all legal methods, please. I’m not that desperate). ch:

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Who’s Representing Whom Here?

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I was intrigued to find the back of my Crunchy Granola Raisin Bran box delving into the foundation of the US government. You’d think this sort of thing would come out around July. But then I realized this box of cereal might just be that old. Well, it tasted good to me.

What caught my eye was this one line:

“This is called a system of checks and balances and it guarantees that our government always represents the people and never the government itself.”

As a Conservative, I really had to stop and ask myself, is this really true of our current administration, and of those over the last two decades? Are they truly representing the people, or are they representing the special interest groups and lobbyists that, in affect, feed their own hunger for power? I’ll let you comment on that can of worms at your leisure.

But on a deeper note, is this concept true of my life? And of yours? Are your representing yourself for your own self’s sake? Or are you representing those you are called to serve? As a spouse and a parent, are you selflessly promoting, covering, shaping, and laying down your own life for that of your spouse and your children? As an employee, are you out for your own well being, or do you actually have the company’s best interests in mind as a representative of them? As a church leader, are you really dedicated to advancing the Kingdom, even if your church name–or your personal name–isn’t ever remembered?

It strikes me that the very issue our founding fathers sought to protect the people from is the very same issue that tempts the core of every individual. Are your representing those you are responsible to? Or are your own interests what everyone else sees?

Heavy questions for a Monday. I know. But a good “check” to see if you’re “balanced” at the top of your work week. ch:

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Keeping the Mundane Fresh

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It’s amazing the life lessons we can learn through our kids. Fascinating, really, if we’re willing to watch.

What I think is “absolutely obscure,” Judah finds highly “entertaining.” My one hoodie string, for example, was the subject of about 20-minutes worth of mouth time the other morning.

And then there was the wrapping paper.

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A whole 30-minutes later, he was still at it.

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And the only reason it wasn’t mangled to shreds (or ingested) was due to a thin foil coating (still intact).

But the process of discovery seems to be the same, no matter our age. We see something we’ve never seen before, do something brand new, and it’s exciting. Fresh. A new job. Marriage. Friendships, church activities, even a new restaurant opening down the street.

Then I noticed that while Judah was busy discovering wrapping paper, Luik had disregarded the stuff, opting for the new set of Duplos he’d just received. Yes, the expression “One man’s junk…” came to mind. Because at some point, “the new” gets filed in the “the old” box, and loses its charm. Wrapping paper for Duplos, Duplos for a video game, video games for a job, job for a car, car for a wife, and a wife for kids–the little poop-smearing cherubs that remind you what it was like to eat wrapping paper. (How’s that for a progression?)

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As human beings, we’re born into the habit of interest exchange. I haven’t spent that much time with Legos, or even hoodie strings for that matter, in a very long time. Why? They simply don’t interest me that much. I’m busy with other things.

But is that it? Is that really the reason? Am I just older? New priorities? Or is it something else?

Clothing ties and plastic blocks still have their place in life. Still are important. Just not to me. Because somewhere along the line, I stopped being what my two sons are.

Grateful.

Judah has never seen a hoodie string before. And everything new goes in the mouth. Sure, his brain is the size of a large orange, and the emotion of gratitude may not register. (OK, a very large orange). But you don’t stick something in your mouth for 20-minutes unless you like it. A lot. And Luik, likewise, just received a very cool gift, which–if he’s anything like his father (previous posts telling us that he is)–he’ll be playing with it for a long time to come. Am I so far advanced beyond my sons that these items are trivial now? No. Because the items have not changed. They are very much the same as they were in the 1980′s I grew up in.

I have changed.

I have become less grateful. For everything.

May my sons always appreciate hoodie ties and Duplos. They’re in the top one percent of children who have them, and it’s my job to model that statistic with the attitude of gratefulness.

What are a few “mundane” things in your life that you’re refreshingly grateful for after reading this? ch:

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